Chapter 4

At four in the morning, before the alarm went off, I opened my eyes.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, I slung the black canvas bag over my shoulder and quietly turned the doorknob.

The living room was black, with only the soft green glow of the router blinking in the darkness.

I tiptoed to the front door and slipped on my faded sneakers.

With my hand on the doorknob, I turned and took one last look at the home I'd lived in for eighteen years.

The coffee table still had the half-eaten takeout box Alex left from his…